River bursts into the restaurant half an hour late, and although she knows her Doctor most likely got distracted by some of the other patrons' interesting stories and won't hold it against her, she's still feeling a bit guilty. It's their anniversary, after all.

"Sorry, sweetie," she exclaims breathlessly as she falls into the seat at their table. "I got held up by a murder of--"

But the man across from her does not give her a knowing look or lean forward to kiss her. Rather, he looks at her with a mix of confusion and glee. "Sweetie? Never been called that before," he says. "With whom do I have the pleasure?"

River curses. She must have been later than she thought. Standing up, she passes the Ninth Doctor, giving his head a little pat. "Still needs marinating," she says with a wink, and heads out.